It appears I have bitten off more than I can chew and gotten more than I bargained for.
When I decided to come back to Florida, it was with the understanding that it would just be for the winter season, which could vary up to about March/April.
I've been talking with my folks lately, and I was getting the impression that they kind of want me to stay down here, mainly because I have Actual Employment. Well, yesterday confirmed it. My dad wants me to think about going back to school for something.
They have some legitimate concerns. Among other things, it'd be expensive to shuttle me back north with all my shit (or even just some shit at a time). Gas alone...even though my car gets great mileage, there's still lodging (even if only for one night) to factor in. A good place (that is, not one that's all nasty-looking and of questionable safety) will run you no less than about 50-100 bucks. It's probably more than that, actually.
Also, my dad has mentioned that he and my mom (though it may be more on his part) are thinking seriously about moving out of our current northern home come next summer. This is a move up from the original projected timeframe of spring-ish 2012.
So...I have a big dilemma on my hands here: what now for me?
Dad has mentioned the possibility of buying a small place down here for me to stay in (he says he's tried contacting the landlady who owns my rental cabin, but has not heard anything about her as far as selling this place). More on this will be looked into when my folks come down to visit sometime next month.
I'm not sure if I want to stay here year-round, much less go to school. I will say that so far, being down here is a little better than it was the first time I did it (in 2006). Schooling...the only advantage I can think of is that it would give me a degree that would make my sorry-ass history look better on the 'ol resume. Problem is, 1) I FAIL at math and there would inevitably be math requirements that nothing short of selling my soul to Satan would make it possible for me to pass, and 2) that costs money that frankly, I'm not sure my family has. (Don't even get me started on the whole buying-a-place thing. My dad's thinking habits...not even Stephen Hawking would be able to explain those, methinks.)
It's nice that my dad would make the offer, but sometimes it's hard to tell with my parents how much storyspinning of theirs is bullshit and what's actually real. (Which I'm sure has contributed to no small amount of my own neuroticism...it's kinda hard to attain a mental equalibrium when one minute things change to This, and then the next they switch over to That.)
Working retail is not what I want to do for however long my life shall be. I love having the money (however meager it may be) but I hate having to do what I do to get it. I am easily bored on a *good* day. I can still do it, it's just that my heart's not in it, you know? But as far as schooling goes, there's just nothing that inspires me enough to want to slog through a year or better of expensive education for a job market that might not be there or have evolved way beyond my skills by the time I did manage to land a degree or certification. (Having ADD which warps my concentration abilities does not help, either.)
And the summers down here...and - hurricane season! Yay! Except not. I just read that they're forecasting at least nine possible hurricanes, about 4 of which might be major storms, for next year's hurricane season (for you non-Floridians, that typically runs from about June to late November). Needless to say, dealing with tornadoes is bad enough (and we get those down here too, just not as vicious as our Midwestern brethren). I'd need a go-to shelter in the event one of those nasties cropped up, because no way would I stick around for a Cat. 3+ storm. I've been down here the same year after Hurricane Charley ripped the Gulf coast a new one. I still have pictures up north of extensive housing damage, including damage done to the plaza where my own workplace sits. Even today, you can still see a few remnants of what that damage did: uprooted trees that were never replaced/hauled away, or a bent pole here or there.
I also miss the Midwest a little bit. Though I'm not fond of the isolated town we're in, I do like the house. I miss my best friend too. And I also want to visit my cat's grave. (I still miss my poor sweet fuzzy kitty. 2010 can fuck off as far as I'm concerned for that reason alone.)
What I do like about being down here is mainly the utter freedom to do as I please and to not have anybody bitching at me for it. I can have the TV on, or not. (My dad has to have it on CONSTANTLY, even on shit shows he doesn't even watch. And what he does watch, leaves a LOT to be desired. Let's just say that I could probably list every single fucking program the History/Military channels have produced on Nazis.) I can buy the foods I like, I can eat what I want when I want (mom hates fish and dad has to eat at certain times, mainly because he's diabetic, which is mainly his fault for ignoring doctors' recommendations and eating a bunch of shit over his lifetime. Dad is also very limiting as to what he'll eat, and not just because he's a picky eater. Meat and potatoes is pretty much it for him). I can decorate any way I want (hellooooo porny fanart ). In short, *I* run this mini-household, and it's my way all the way. Ahhh, dictatorship!
So...I'm not sure what to do here. :/ But I have a feeling that my winter 'vacation' (which, really, isn't anything like a vacation) may last a lot longer than I'd anticipated.
Thoughts?
When I decided to come back to Florida, it was with the understanding that it would just be for the winter season, which could vary up to about March/April.
I've been talking with my folks lately, and I was getting the impression that they kind of want me to stay down here, mainly because I have Actual Employment. Well, yesterday confirmed it. My dad wants me to think about going back to school for something.
They have some legitimate concerns. Among other things, it'd be expensive to shuttle me back north with all my shit (or even just some shit at a time). Gas alone...even though my car gets great mileage, there's still lodging (even if only for one night) to factor in. A good place (that is, not one that's all nasty-looking and of questionable safety) will run you no less than about 50-100 bucks. It's probably more than that, actually.
Also, my dad has mentioned that he and my mom (though it may be more on his part) are thinking seriously about moving out of our current northern home come next summer. This is a move up from the original projected timeframe of spring-ish 2012.
So...I have a big dilemma on my hands here: what now for me?
Dad has mentioned the possibility of buying a small place down here for me to stay in (he says he's tried contacting the landlady who owns my rental cabin, but has not heard anything about her as far as selling this place). More on this will be looked into when my folks come down to visit sometime next month.
I'm not sure if I want to stay here year-round, much less go to school. I will say that so far, being down here is a little better than it was the first time I did it (in 2006). Schooling...the only advantage I can think of is that it would give me a degree that would make my sorry-ass history look better on the 'ol resume. Problem is, 1) I FAIL at math and there would inevitably be math requirements that nothing short of selling my soul to Satan would make it possible for me to pass, and 2) that costs money that frankly, I'm not sure my family has. (Don't even get me started on the whole buying-a-place thing. My dad's thinking habits...not even Stephen Hawking would be able to explain those, methinks.)
It's nice that my dad would make the offer, but sometimes it's hard to tell with my parents how much storyspinning of theirs is bullshit and what's actually real. (Which I'm sure has contributed to no small amount of my own neuroticism...it's kinda hard to attain a mental equalibrium when one minute things change to This, and then the next they switch over to That.)
Working retail is not what I want to do for however long my life shall be. I love having the money (however meager it may be) but I hate having to do what I do to get it. I am easily bored on a *good* day. I can still do it, it's just that my heart's not in it, you know? But as far as schooling goes, there's just nothing that inspires me enough to want to slog through a year or better of expensive education for a job market that might not be there or have evolved way beyond my skills by the time I did manage to land a degree or certification. (Having ADD which warps my concentration abilities does not help, either.)
And the summers down here...and - hurricane season! Yay! Except not. I just read that they're forecasting at least nine possible hurricanes, about 4 of which might be major storms, for next year's hurricane season (for you non-Floridians, that typically runs from about June to late November). Needless to say, dealing with tornadoes is bad enough (and we get those down here too, just not as vicious as our Midwestern brethren). I'd need a go-to shelter in the event one of those nasties cropped up, because no way would I stick around for a Cat. 3+ storm. I've been down here the same year after Hurricane Charley ripped the Gulf coast a new one. I still have pictures up north of extensive housing damage, including damage done to the plaza where my own workplace sits. Even today, you can still see a few remnants of what that damage did: uprooted trees that were never replaced/hauled away, or a bent pole here or there.
I also miss the Midwest a little bit. Though I'm not fond of the isolated town we're in, I do like the house. I miss my best friend too. And I also want to visit my cat's grave. (I still miss my poor sweet fuzzy kitty. 2010 can fuck off as far as I'm concerned for that reason alone.)
What I do like about being down here is mainly the utter freedom to do as I please and to not have anybody bitching at me for it. I can have the TV on, or not. (My dad has to have it on CONSTANTLY, even on shit shows he doesn't even watch. And what he does watch, leaves a LOT to be desired. Let's just say that I could probably list every single fucking program the History/Military channels have produced on Nazis.) I can buy the foods I like, I can eat what I want when I want (mom hates fish and dad has to eat at certain times, mainly because he's diabetic, which is mainly his fault for ignoring doctors' recommendations and eating a bunch of shit over his lifetime. Dad is also very limiting as to what he'll eat, and not just because he's a picky eater. Meat and potatoes is pretty much it for him). I can decorate any way I want (hellooooo porny fanart ). In short, *I* run this mini-household, and it's my way all the way. Ahhh, dictatorship!
So...I'm not sure what to do here. :/ But I have a feeling that my winter 'vacation' (which, really, isn't anything like a vacation) may last a lot longer than I'd anticipated.
Thoughts?
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